"Part of her mystery is how she's calm in the storm, yet anxious in the quiet." Price spoke, handing the man next to him one of his cigars.
Ghost, quiet as ever, placed the cigar on his pale lips as he stared above at the ashen clouds; rain had slowly begun to fall, opposite to Ghost's interest in the new recruit which had grown ever since he'd laid his eyes on her.
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Before signing up, she had already fully acknowledged the fact that no matter what, she wasn't leaving without any damage. Whether that be to her physical or mental health.
However, for everyone, there's always a limit.
The honourable soldier, the woman who proved to others that who you are doesn't define your skills, had finally resigned. She had reached her limit.
She had given all she could.
That was left true, until nearly a year later, she received a call from an unknown number in the middle of the night...
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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